Texty:
Ours Moth

a glare there in the sun That will tear through the ones That were there and called when no one else was there They carried you home Is it true a moth

a glare there in the sun That will tear through the ones That were there and called when no one else was there They carried you home Is it true a moth

Theres a glare there in the sun That will tear through the ones That were there and called when no one else was there They carried you home Is it true a moth

ve held sacred that I've dropped I won't lie no more you can bet I don't want to learn what I'll need to forget I like gypsy moths and radio talk Cause

mother, "What will I be? Will I be pretty? Will I be rich?" Here's what she said to me: "Que sera, sera, Whatever will be, will be; The future's not ours

, with flowers he was one of ours one of ours why don't you let him be? he's gone we know give his mother and his father peace your vulture's

mother What will I be Will I be pretty Will I be rich Here's what she said to me Que sera, sera Whatever will be, will be The future's not ours to see

: Silent night, holy night, All is calm, all is bright Round yon virgin mother and child. Holy infant so tender and mild, Sleep in heavenly peace. Sleep

the hour Never turn your back on your foes, them dudes cowards [The Game] Some days sweet, and some sour - but we gon' make it together The world is ours